‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the guest house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my Mac’s mouse;
My rucksack was packed and set by the stair
In preparation for 4am, which soon would be there;
Other guests were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of paradise and jungles danced in my head
After two hours of sleep, my alarm did sound
And as to keep quiet, I tiptoed around;
Gathering my things, I walked down to the street,
To the spot where a taxi and I’d agreed to meet.
At the airport I quickly passed the security gate
Breathing a sigh of relief I was not even a minute late.
Cleared for take off, our altitude began to grow,
Meanwhile Myanmar and Thailand passed as minuscule objects below;
A Christmas morning breakfast soon did appear
Eating budget airline’s plastic eggs and baked beans, my eyes began to tear.
Where were Mom’s Swedish Pancakes (not the ones from Bisquick)?
The ones she makes yearly to mark the coming of St. Nick?
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Arriving in Malaysia, I walked the airport’s impressive mall,
And window-shop hopped until I’d seen it all.
To the city I went, in a big comfy bus,
Enjoyed a day of sightseeing and a dinner, no-fuss.
At nighttime I prepared for another long ride
And in morning awoke at Singapore’s riverside.
A gas station coffee I guzzled quickly
Then set out to see famous sites in the city
After taking photos of the Helix Bridge and Singapore Flyer
I sat down with a pang. Could it be Diar?
The next few hours I spent in the loo
I’ll spare you the details but it was a zoo.
Spotting a hospital nearby, I nearly walked in
Then realized doing so would be committing a sin
I was bound for the Maldives, and a poisoning of food
No matter how severe couldn’t upset my mood.
I shuffled and stumbled my way to the train
And in a state of delusion carried the wrong passport onto the plane.
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We landed in darkness and as I breathed in fresh air,
The day’s troubles passed – I hadn’t a care.
A night in the capital with a room booked by AirBNB,
One bedroom in the home of a charming family
The next morning I zigzagged through crowded Male.
To a boat, setting off for the island of Maafushi.
Five days of sunshine and bliss were an hour’s ride away.
And I was more than thankful for this post-Christmas day.
A bundle of beach gear was flung on my back
And I look’d like a peddler just opening her pack;
My eyes – how they twinkled! My dimples how merry,
And only a day later, my cheeks were like cherries;
My little mouth drawn up like a bow,
And a bikini line under which my skin stayed white as the snow
I felt like a mermaid in love with her sea
On this tropical island of the Maldives : Isle Maafushi.
Snorkels and flippers and starfish danced in my head
As I crawled into my king sized ocean-view bed
I quietly exclaimed while turning off the light –
Happy Day After Christmas to all, and to all a good night.